After two almost sunny days it’s raining again, I was on the Puter on Monday 13 Aug. (Or was I?) and when I finished and logged off, I stopped by my daughter’s room to check in on my grandson Jayden. He was as happy as a clam on a cool New England day, even though he was in Roosevelt Bataan, his home town.
My daughter on both June and July 13th had a party for Jayden on the first and second month anniversary of his birth. I shared my July 13th birthday with him, as Facebook has showed me that sharing was a nice thing to do.
While I was bouncing Jayden on my knee, I innocently asked if he was having Chocolate cake on his third month birthday, as that was my favorite cake from the Red Ribbon Bakery.
“Yikes,” shouted Ymir Thea, and her cousins Shay-shay and Bebe Clair. What the heck had I said or done wrong? Mayang (Lola-ah-young her grandmotherly name given to her by our granddaughter years ago) and Ate Clara came dashing into the room to see what that “Yikes” was all about. I’m still holding the baby but feeling like I just let the Chinese invade our purok without putting up any resistance.
They had forgotten it was August 13th, and our special little guy had to have his party. Okay I understand all that, but what had I done wrong? Why the 5 ladies were all staring at me, had I just dropped the baby? So now I’m plotting my way out of the room, and was planning on heading to the Man Cave and licking my wounds.
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But it wasn’t me at all, it was the fact that a trip to town was required to prepare for the gala celebration. Whew, what a relief, but I was still shuttled aside and the ladies went into a huddle and the Tagalog was flying out of the circle with such fury the curtains almost caught fire!
I’m still thinking Man Cave, just for self preservation, but I quietly side stepped and slid towards the hall and then went upstairs to read a book. This was a maneuver that had served me well during my shipboard days. Ten pages into a new chapter of my book and the room was full of women, plus one grandson and three dogs all looking at me. “What!” I cried, “Whatever I must do, I’ll do it post haste.”
Honey KO, Daddy MO, Tito Paul, and last but not least my sister-in-law chimes in with Brother Paul. All five are looking at me, but Jayden and the dogs remained silent, as they hadn’t a clue as to what they were there for. Money was all that was required of me, nothing unusual there. I shouted; “Money clip top drawer of my dresser!” That settled that and the room cleared, then a cloak of peace and tranquility closed over me and back to my book I went.
After lunch, my daughter and her two cousins went to town, and Yaya’s 1 & 2 were left to care for our birthday boy. Me, I took a nap. I decided to relinquish my right to have a beer that day, as I had to attend the party, and eat cake. I had come to the conclusion decades ago that cake and beer should not be served at the same party. Stick a candle in a bowl of pretzels and I’d be happy.
And now its supper time and we were all gathered in the kitchen, and the cake was unveiled, and on it was Written; Happy 3rd Monthsary Jaden Logan etc, etc… Monthsary? Was that a texting phrase, a new word that was coined while I was asleep, or just the sheer abuse of my mother tongue. But there it was in all its glory on top of the cake for all to see, believe it or not, each of the ladies could pronounce it the same way, whereas Jayden and his Lolo could not. I pointed out that Third Month Anniversary would be correct, even Third Month Birthday was okay, but nowhere in the English Language did the word “Monthsary” exist.
The discussion raged, over that particular piece of verbiage, I lost, as no one seemed to care about it but me, and we cut the cake, I took the piece with the offending word and ate it. It was good to my taste buds, and was no longer an issue.
Wasn’t that a charming little story about babies, family birthdays and such? Now it’s time for true confessions, or “Bless me Father, for I have sinned…” Its Friday 17 Aug. the party is over and life is back to normal, yes, it’s raining! I’m sitting at the Puter, scribing away and preparing my musings to send to my Fearless Leader Mindanao Bob, Saturday morning. (Yes I’m a last minute kinda’ guy, hell I’m retired.) I’m loading pictures of the party onto an e-mail to send to Bob, because after all this time I still don’t know how to post them on WordPress, (please don’t attempted to teach me how). When I notice both on my pictures and the pictures my daughter gave me, that the date was 12 July, and not 13 July as we all had thought. It was me, who got the day wrong that morning, but in my defense they didn’t verify it. So I open up every picture and cropped out the date, I can’t get into my daughters puter, I’m just hoping that she never figures it out.
Since I know I’m safe divulging this secret information on LiP, only because of our special bond between LiP’ers. No one will ever bring it up my family, and I’m talking to those LiP Readers that have a beer with me on occasion, and get together for lunch. Because, remember I know things about you, and I’m always looking for a new subject to write and post on LiP. (LOL)
So my parting thought is; “If you really want to improve your vocabulary, make up a word!” It works at my house. “Monthsary, oh well!”
Paul Thompson; Resides in the Philippines, close to Subic Bay. He is married to the wonderful girl named Maria (AKA Mayang). Our to daughters are both grown up and have left the nest, the eldest married to a wonderful guy named Chris, and they have blessed us with our granddaughter Heather Colleen (AKA Ling-ling). Our youngest is living in Singapore, enjoying her life's adventure. I'm a retired Senior Chief from the U.S. Navy after 21 years. Post Navy he lived 7 years in Puerto Rico as a Night Club owner. After Hurricane Hugo told him to find a new line of work, he was hired by Military Sealift Command and went back to sea in Asia as a Merchant Seaman for 10 years. Then after 30 years at sea he buried his anchor in the Philippines residing now in Dinalupihan (or DinBat for short), Roosevelt Bataan where he build his home. And last but not least, anything he writes will be pure "Tongue in Cheek" if anybody is offended, He'll lose no sleep over it, but here's a quick Mea Culpa in advance!